The town of Ambrose was quiet today. Well, it was always quiet. But tonight especially, the sun had begun to set, I felt lonely. Really lonely. Craving the company of a woman, specifically something soft, and gentle, I pulled on my finest clothes, and headed down to the church, praying at momma's casket, telling her about town, about how far my brother Vincent has come with his sculptures. I knew she would be proud. Suddenly, the door to the church opened, and I turned